” Thug 3 said. “I don’t think this bitch is enjoying this as much as she should be.” “So here’s what were gonna do baby white girl. I’m ...onna fuck your pussy again, and you’re gonna flick your clit till you cum hard for daddy.”Amber could only stare open mouthed at the ridiculous request just demanded of her. She had just been brutally gang raped, multiple times. There’s no way she could cum. She was as far from turned on as possible. “I…I can’t.” She stammered. Thug 3 slapped her tit. “It. Her finger and toenails were painted the same pale pink as her lips. Amy left for a moment and returned handing Sam a platinum blond wig to wear."Almost ready," Amy said as she surveyed Sam, "just one more thing, come with me". She led Sam by the hand into her room and went to the dresser. When she turned to face Sam, she was holding a small pistol."Put this in your handbag Sam. And Sam, don't use it unless you have too. Oh and one more thing Sam, don't shoot me by mistake if you Do use it,". But I'll tell you how the seven fake Georges came to be.I was visiting my home town as I do quite often – Grandma who raised me still lives there, and it coincided with my tenth anniversary. Having nothing better to do I rang the college to hear if there were any arrangements for old students at the ceremony. I never found out if there was – Miss B, who'd been the college secretary since Reconstruction answered the phone in person – and she was in tears. "Oh George," she wailed – she knows. She had brought 3 different costumes with her, and wanted him to tell her which one he liked best. She would wear it to dance for him, and after, if he wanted, they could resume the "interview" to HIS satisfaction.She showed him her costumes, and he picked a pale blue floor-length, evening gown, with shear, red thong and bra underneath. He put some music on and watched her dance. She WAS good. The second song started, and she removed the dress and danced in the thong and bra, and, about.